1. |
Love and Death
04:22
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There is a sphere at the end of the world
where all our dreams are brought to die
A whirlwind of all the words, and all excuses
that should never have been left unspoken
If there is safety in numbers,
there is triumph in being torn apart
Only love and death can change all things,
and destroy us all – they will find a way
Show me the key to what lights the stars
and I’ll become a lion longing for the sun
Aiming miles above the shallow trenches
of all our hopeless attempts
First when you are free of hope,
you can be free of everything
Only love and death will change all things,
and redeem us all – they shall find a way
Haunted by past mistakes,
looking for the easy way out
While every passing moment
is a chance to turn it all around
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2. |
The New Year
02:45
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Everytime you come around
It pushes in as it always does
And what have I left behind?
Nothing with sharp contoures
Nor without a buzz around
Want to, know how, will do,
know how, will do, want to,
will do, want to, know how
And I, want to, know how, will do,
know how, will do, want to,
will do, want to, know how
Anytime you come around
It is a mixture, but its nothing but fair
Since my desire, hope and fear
Is that it has passed as I deserved
And it will pass as I deserve
Want to, know how, will do,
know how, will do, want to,
will do, want to, know how
And I, want to, know how, will do,
know how, will do, want to,
will do, want to, know how
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3. |
When the Spirit Wanes
05:59
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Do you recall, when you remembered
how many times you’d loved
Having played way too many pieces
in an all too serious game
Now every moment lasts a lifetime
Like a myriad of pointless little stories
telling of how we all are waiting,
for a greater sleep that never comes
Life has become a relentless hiding
from neighbours, the past, and you
Trying to avoid those desperate eyes, that
with impatient brushes paint our lives
We are drifting, like pastime
even as the sun grows dim
When the spirit wanes,
new forms will appear
When the spirit wanes,
so goes the memories,
of yesteryear
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4. |
Hollow Stones
03:38
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There’s a cold hand
on a warm chest
with a cold heart within
You know that nothing last
but still hold on, to plant
paper flowers in the dirt
Christ should know
the lengths that I went
but hollow stones can’t sink
And they fly no better
than a bird of clay, that
spreads its broken wings
It’s all too late now
the sun has drowned
and the singing has begun
I’m none to wither with
and if I close my eyes
will it all just go away
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5. |
September 16th
04:06
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Maybe most of us
have become automated
Maybe our pattern
is chasing its own tail
The doors we thought opened up
the straightest path is closed
At the applied level
we already know what goes
Maybe there is, some other way,
in which I, can change the frame,
search and find, a way around,
what’s perceived, determines where we'll get
In an open place, in an empathic view
with a different set of words, of questions
We can get to touch the ground beneath
where the propensity is not already in place
Behind the front line, behind trenches,
what is perceived, determines where we'll get,
beyond automaticity, to be heard is a prerequisite
Behind the front line, behind trenches,
what is perceived, determines where we'll get,
beyond automaticity, and we’ll get the response we evoke
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ATOMBORDEAUX Göteborg, Sweden
is an indie rock quintet originating from Göteborg, Sweden. New EP out now!
SHOWS:
2015
19/2: Nordic Vibrations, Frilagret, Göteborg
2014
23/8: Konst & Musik, Stockholm
17/4: Jazzhuset, Göteborg
20/3: Kårhuset, Örebro
... more
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